I walked along a well worn path
And think of things I thought would last
Of the sunshine without pain
That came in such a sweet refrain
But I know now of other things
And the wonder that life brings
Then promises of what might be
But they can die so easily
Now I live in the twilight
Wondering if things will be right
Away from dark nightmares now
I stand alone my tired soul taking a bow.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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